Battlefield
It was hard to imagine what the scenery had looked like
prior to the fighting. Now it was a waste land of chaos and destruction,
as far as the eye could see. When taking a closer look, one could see
trenches everywhere...with soldiers seemingly shoulder to shoulder...
with exhausted looks upon their faces. Mud and water filled the bottoms of
some of the trenches as the soldiers struggled to move...keeping their
rifles up as they trudged ahead.The sounds of gunfire rang out everywhere.
One could see dead and wounded soldiers by the hundreds as they lay
where they had fallen. Large shells burst near the trenches. The soldiers
who were still alive crouched...trying not to lose their courage a midst
the horror unfolding before them. One can visualize the one in charge
ordering the men out of the trenches. They then attempted to maneuver
over uneven ground...barbwire...and dead soldiers...all while trying to not get
shot themselves. Most were not successful. All seemed inadequately cared
for as they wallowed in the dirt and mud. One could almost over hear some
of the conversations between the soldiers...and feel what they felt. Some
felt abandoned...although many thought they were fighting for freedom. Day after day
they tried to keep going...even though most lived in terror...wondering if that day
would be their last. Sleep had become a luxury as they shared the trenches with rats and lice...who were out to find a host to feed on. As the day wore on...great numbers
of soldiers lay dead...their bodies unable to be retrieved. What an injustice! Yet
the battle rages on...and on...and on.
Copyright © Pam Deremer | Year Posted 2015
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